Ou Lin had been begging Qiao Li to marry him for nine whole years. Every birthday, every holiday, every random Tuesday, he would find a way to bring it up.
Finally, at the age of twenty-nine, Qiao Li sighed and said, "Fine. Let's get married."
The moment they got their marriage certificate, Ou Lin's face lit up like a child winning a candy factory. Without a second thought, he grabbed Qiao Li and kissed her right in front of everyone.
"Ou Lin! What are you doing?!" Qiao Li hissed, her face turning red. She glared at him, wondering if he even understood what personal space meant.
But Ou Lin only grinned, holding up the marriage certificate. "We're married now. I've been waiting for this moment for… well, forever."
Qiao Li crossed her arms but didn't push him away this time. After all, she had agreed to marry him. This was the man she had known and liked for over twenty years.
Ou Lin took a deep breath and said, "Let's go somewhere quiet for now."
Qiao Li frowned. "Why quiet?"
